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PERSEPHONE


I'm the prince of shadows and
Persephone has left me
For the sun.
Pomegranate stains her lips
All down her slender finger tips
It runs.

Or is she that tempted temptress Eve
Who heard the whispers and believed
The fruit of knowledge proffered lovingly?
Or the wicked queen of fairy tales
With blood beneath her fingernails
Who tries to sell her poison fruit to me?

Perhaps she is that snow white princess?
Her loveliness might well convince us.
She tastes the fruit and softly slips away....
Or perhaps she is the queen of tarts?
And I'm the knave whose heart
She stole today